twenty-five april
eleven : fifty

she: i'm too shy and nervous for my own good and i worry about too many things. things that arent worth it, things that cant be fixed, things that arent even there..i dwell too much.

he: me too. i think too much. i wish i could stop.

she: completely?

he: yeah. i wish that like..i could erase myself and no one would remember me and it'd be as if i was never here. i've been tired of things, and im not really looking forward to anything.. and if no one missed me, then i wouldn't miss them.